PITY THE FOOL

A message in a bottle that never reached the shore. 

A woman in a red dress walking out the door. 

A lover with a broken heart.

A motor that just wouldn’t start.

So many different stories, and what are they all for?

Ours was a summer, 

But tainted by the rain. 

Shrouded in your mystery, 

Painted by my pain. 

Take a deep breath in, 

And let it out. 

Release all of the memories 

You wish you could forget about. 

One day you’ll say his name for the last time. 

One day you’ll say his name for the last time. 

Pity the fool who fell in love with her fellow man. 

Pity the fool who never had the upper hand. 

Pity the child who kept falling down before she flew. 

Pity the fool who fell in love with you. 

Taken for granted,

Thrown out to the curb, 

Broken and bandaged, 

Is this what I deserve? 

They say his heart’s in the right place, 

But does that matter in the end? 

While I’m sitting crying and he’s doin fine, 

Tell me, baby, does it matter then? 

Pity the fool who fell in love with her fellow man. 

Pity the fool who never had the upper hand.

Pity the child who kept falling down before she flew. 

Pity the fool who fell in love with you. 

You took your time. 

You drew it out.

You set your sights on me and shot me down. 

But don’t think twice, 

Cuz all in time 

I’ll forget all the reasons that I ever called you mine. 

But for now we’re just a story to tell, 

A story of two lovers who fell 

Fell from grace 

Out of place

And out of time. 

So pity the fool who fell in love with a boy so young. 

Pity the fool who got dependent and called it love. 

Pity the child who kept falling down before she flew. 

Pity the fool who fell in love with you.

Pity the fool who fell in love with you.

WRITTEN BY GRACE WOMACK.

PRODUCED BY JASON WYATT AND GRACE WOMACK.